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Heathcliff
groaned
a
curse
,
and
strained
Catherine
closer
;
she
never
moved
.
Ere
long
I
perceived
a
group
of
the
servants
passing
up
the
road
towards
the
kitchen
wing
.
Mr.
Linton
was
not
far
behind
;
he
opened
the
gate
himself
and
sauntered
slowly
up
,
probably
enjoying
the
lovely
afternoon
that
breathed
as
soft
as
summer
.
"
Now
he
is
here
,
"
I
exclaimed
.
"
For
Heaven
's
sake
,
hurry
down
!
You
'll
not
meet
any
one
on
the
front
stairs
.
Do
be
quick
;
and
stay
among
the
trees
till
he
is
fairly
in
.
"
"
I
must
go
,
Cathy
,
"
said
Heathcliff
,
seeking
to
extricate
himself
from
his
companion
's
arms
.
"
But
if
I
live
,
I
'll
see
you
again
before
you
are
asleep
.
I
wo
n't
stray
five
yards
from
your
window
.
"
You
must
not
go
!
"
she
answered
,
holding
him
as
firmly
as
her
strength
allowed
.
"
You
shall
not
,
I
tell
you
.
"
"
For
one
hour
,
"
he
pleaded
earnestly
.
"
Not
for
one
minute
,
"
she
replied
.
"
I
must
--
Linton
will
be
up
immediately
,
"
persisted
the
alarmed
intruder
.
He
would
have
risen
,
and
unfixed
her
fingers
by
the
act
--
she
clung
fast
,
grasping
:
there
was
mad
resolution
in
her
face
.
"
No
!
"
she
shrieked
.
"
Oh
,
do
n't
,
do
n't
go
.
It
is
the
last
time
!
Edgar
will
not
hurt
us
.
Heathcliff
,
I
shall
die
!
I
shall
die
!
"
